This is to convince our friend Becky that she should make comments on my blog. This is my public statement of discontent. Now, Becky, you have no excuse.
This blog is going to be a list. A list of questions that all you readers (ALL of you readers) are meant to read. You must pick one and respond to it in at least 3 words. Everyone who does will be put into a drawing to pick the subject for my next blog. Also, I have not forgotten the ice cream sandwiches, soap, cd, paint drawing, or limerick. Patience is a virtue that we on www.grandmasterchris.blogspot.com value highly.
Question 1) What was your favorite toy as a kid and what was a toy that you always wanted?
Question 2) If I had a piece of pumpkin pie crust in my teeth at a party, would you tell me it was there? What if we were in the middle of a conversation? What if it was someone that you didn't know?
Question 3) Don't you think Miss Manners has the best advice ever?
Question 4) If you inherited $10 million from a stranger, what cool thing would you buy? Would you work, and if so, what job would you do?
Question 4.5) If you didn't have to ever worry about money, what would you do all day to keep yourself busy (job/play/projects)?
Question 5) Tell me a bit about your favorite scar, won't you?
That's it. The winner will get to pick a subject for any blogpost they would like, and any extras in it (song/dance/talent show/Anna getting puked on by Soapy again). I don't even have to know you. If you found this blog by pressing "Next Blog" up at the top, that's cool. You can still win. Also, Becky will get a certificate of achievement if she will comment. What a deal!
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Tell me a bit about your favorite scar, won't you?
Well, since you asked, I will.
My favorite scas are two that David gave to me on my left forearm. They are located just about one inch below where one takes a pulse on the wrist. He gave them to me one day when I stole his walkie talkies and he wanted them back. In his frustration, he grabbed my arm and with his razor lady nails, he made two half inch long scars. They look really cool. They are the collest I have for now until I can get attacked by a Puma and get claw stripes on my chest. They will be the ultimate scars.
jainkers, hahaha
My favorite toy as a kid...hmmmm. Probably our Dukes of Hazzard race car track (flexy orange plastic). But what I really wanted was any of those girly toys with a million little pieces advertised during Saturday morning cartoons.
I'm glad you haven't forgotten about the limerick. Are you going to answer these questions, too? I'd like to hear your answers.
If I had 10 million dollars, I would become a superhero. Forbes magazine estimates that it would cost about $3.5 dollars to have all the gadgets that Batman has. That would be sweet.
That was supposed to read $3.5 MILLION dollars
I have a small strategy for telling people they have stuff on their teeth. After I notice, I wait until I have something that takes a while to say. Then I start talking, interrupt myself to casually tell them about the stuff on their teeth/face/eyes/whatever then I continue talking. If there are more than two of us I face the person without the food in their teeth. I figure this is a good strategy because it
a) tells the person they look gross in a non-confrontational manner and
b) allows for a distraction while they dig whatever it is out of wherever it is.
The worst is when people tell you you have something coming out of your nose and then watch you as you try to make yourself presentable.
Blech.
Please note that I’m going on 2 hours of sleep. I claim no responsibility for my responses.
Food in Teeth.
I may lose friends over this response, but it’s an entirely honest response. I would most likely not tell you. I likely wouldn’t even think about telling you. This is mostly because I think people get way too worked up about food in teeth (this may be in part because my teeth are always trying to save food for later). I think people who get grossed out by seeing food in somebody’s teeth are slightly ridiculous. Food in teeth makes a ton of sense. Food belongs in teeth. It’s like seeing sawdust on a saw. Or minced onion on a recently used chef’s knife.
That said, if I knew you were particularly self conscious about having food in your teeth, I would tell you out of charity (because you cared, not because I cared). Also, I judge people who tell me I have food in my mouth. The act of removing is so much more awkward than everyone just acknowledging the natural function of teeth (and lingering effects of that function) and getting over it.
Scar.
It’s in the temple-side corner of my right eye. I was in a fight when I was younger, and the other belligerent threw a missile at me. It hit me in the corner of the eye, narrowly avoiding blinding me.
i had never heard of miss manners before but because you had mentioned it and no one else had written about it, i felt it my duty to do so. after recently reviewing this article, i had a gleeful expression on my face. not only because of the well thought-through advice that was given, but the way it was given was simply scrumdidlyumptious! i would have to agree with you that miss manners DOES have the best advice ever.
here is the article i read and smiled at:
Dear Miss Manners:
Urgent before Thanksgiving: I just bought a beautiful soup tureen, but am ignorant of how to serve from it. Does it go on the dining room table, in front of the hostess's place? On the sideboard? In what order are the guests' plates filled?
Ahhh.
That soft sound you hear is Miss Manners sighing happily with the feeling of warmth and hospitality that the mere words "soup tureen" conjure. The jolly, pot-bellied shape, the shining porcelain, the escaping steam, the tantalizing odor . . . What's that? Oh, you want to know where to put the silly thing. If there is room on the table in front of the hostess, the sight of her serving could be charming. If she has to lean over and dribble the soup across the table, the sideboard would be a better choice.
deards
I always read all of your blogs, even though I rarely comment. I've missed reading and laughing at your musings the past couple of days. But I imagine you are using your time for studying. I can't think of anything specific to answer any of your questions, (see Anna's blog comment section). Sorry. So I guess I won't be entered into the contest. That's okay.
I am suffering from withdrawals. When are you writing a new post? Never?! That is my fear.
I will comment on the favorite toy as a child: I loved playing with tea sets when I was little. But the toy that I really wanted was one of those babies that you put their birth certificate in water and then you find out if it's a boy or girl, and the name. I coveted that doll, even though at the time I didn't know that coveting was wrong. I had to save $10 to buy the doll and I was super excited about it. When my mom and I finally went to the store to buy it, they were sold out! Truly, it was a devastating moment for me. I didn't even buy another toy in place of the doll because at that point, nothing could top it.
Also, I have a cool scar on my ankle from my bike sprocket. People have mistaken it for a tattoo of claw marks.
Wow. Emily has a cool tattoo.
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